Despite everything I just said to Kyzen, I have my own thoughts and worries, of course. Such as, what if I’m wrong? What if I’ve read too much into what she said, her actions, and her feelings end up being platonic?
What if she and Riven do dive into a relationship and it’s explosive in a negative manner?
What if Creed doesn’t truly feel for her the way my observations would lead me to believe and all he does is hurt her?
Our entire dynamic would be ruined.
What if Kyzen can’t accept this, and that puts her in a position to end everything completely?
Then I’m left without her as well.
My biggest concern, the one I like to think about the least, is what if she realizes she can get everything she wants and needs from them and doesn’t need me at all? And I’m the one pushing for everyone to explore a relationship with her.
Is there something wrong with me for wanting us to share the same woman? Why do the logistics of this arrangement come so naturally to me and not my brothers?
Maybe I am as emotionless as Riven claims…
I jerk myself away from my thoughts and stare at the sunsetter that has sixty seconds until my hour mark is up. I count along with the ticks until I can be released from this room and clear my mind.
After the private conversation V had with me, I have a lot to cover with Thayla and that’s what’s most important right now.
Everything else, we will figure out.
I push out of my chair and leave my office as soon as the final second passes.
My first stop is Lambrit’s table. There’s a very good possibility that she walked past him and made herself comfortable in a conversation rather than searching for the list of text I gave her.
I’m only slightly surprised to find him and Rose alone.
“Hey, Amick,” Rose says cheerfully as though I didn’t see her a little while ago.
“Rose.” I tilt my head. “Have either of you seen Thayla and Yemi? I sent them to gather some texts, and they haven’t returned.”
Lambrit smirks. “No, we haven’t. One or two things have happened. One, they’re lost and still searching or two, Thayla talked Yemi into leaving.”
“Option two would not be wise.”
“Would you like our help finding them?”
“No, I can manage.”
Recalling the list in my mind, I start in the area the first text would be. I stand alone in the aisle and a small smile crawls across my face as my finger skims the empty slot the book I sent her for is missing from.
So she’s lost.
The second and third books are gone as well and amusement begins to build inside of me. I picture her mood going one of two ways.
One, she’s having a grand time, lazily walking through these rows of books, cracking jokes with Yemi without a care in the realm about how long she’s taking.
Or two. She’s peeved and the moment she sees me, she’s going to huff her annoyance.
Either reaction will be fine with me.
“I’m so tired of this damned role. Cataloging behind careless assholes who do stupid shit like this.”
“Keep your voice down before someone hears you. Just collect the books and we’ll put them back where they go before anyone notices.”
The voices drift around the corner I’m turning and my head cocks to the side as I watch the two Attendants scramble to pick up nearly an entire row that’s on the ground.
